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As with a fhield thou wilt furround
Him with thy lafting favour and good will.

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PSALM VI. Aug. 13, 1653.

ORD in thine anger do not reprehend me,
Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct;
Pity me, Lord, for I am much deject,
And very weak and faint; heal and amend me:
For all my bones, that e'en with anguish ache,
Are troubled, yea my foul is troubled fore.
And thou, O Lord, how long? turn Lord, restore
My foul, O fave me for thy goodness' fake :
For in death no remembrance is of thee;

Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise ?
Wearied I am with fighing out my days,
Nightly my couch I make a kind of fea;
My bed I water with my tears; mine eye
Through grief confumes, is waxen old and dark
I' th' midit of all my enemies that mark.
Depart all ye that work iniquity,

Depart from me, for the voice of my weeping

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The Lord hath heard, the Lord hath heard my pray's,
My fupplication with acceptance fair

The Lord will own and have me in his keeping. 20
Mine enemies fhall all be blank and dafh'd

With much confufion; then grown red with shame,
They shall return in haste the way they came,

And in a moment fhall be quite abafh'd."

PSALM VII. Aug. 14, 1653.

Upon the words of Cufh the Benjamite against him.

LORD my God to thee I fly,

Save me and fecure me under

Thy protection while I cry,
Left as a lion (and no wonder)
He hafte to tear my foul asunder,
Tearing and no refcue nigh.
Lord my God if I have thought
Or done this, if wickednefs
Be in my hands, if I have wrought

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Ill to him that meant me peace,
Or to him that render'd lefs,
And not freed my foe for nought;
Let th' enemy purfue my foul

And overtake it, let him tread
My life down to the earth, and roll
In the duft my glory dead,
In the duft and there out-fpread
Lodge it with dishonour foul.
Rise Jehovah in thine ire,

Roufe thyfelf amidst the rage
Of my foes that urge like fire:

And wake for me, their fury' afluage;
Judgment here thou didst engage
And command which I defire.
So th' affemblies of each nation

Will furround thee, seeking right,
Thence to thy glorious habitation
Return on high, and in their fight.
Jehovah judgeth most upright
All people from the world's foundation.
Judge me, Lord, be judge in this
According to my righteousnefs,
And the innocence which is

Upon me: cause at length to cease
Of evil men the wickedness

Since thou art the just God that tries Hearts and reins. On God is caft

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My defence, and in him lies,
In him who, both just and wife,
Saves the upright of heart at last.
God is a juft judge and fevere,

If the unjust will not forbear,

And God is every day offended;

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His fword he whets, his bow hath bended

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Already, and for him intended

The tools of death, that waits him near.

(His arrows purposely made he
For them that perfecute.) Behold
He travels big with vanity,

Trouble he hath conceiv'd of old
As in a womb, and from that mould

Hath at length brought forth a lie.

He digg'd a pit, and delv'd it deep,

And fell into the pit he made;

His mifchief, that due course doth keep,
Turns on his head, and his ill trade
Of violence will undelay'd

Fall on his crown with ruin fteep.
Then will I Jehovah's praise
According to his justice raise,
And fing the Name and Deity,
Of Jehovah the Most High.

PSALM VIII. Aug. 14, 1653.

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JEHOVAH our Lord, how wondrous great
And glorious is thy name through all the earth!

So as above the Heav'ns thy praise to fet

Out of the tender mouths of latest birth.

Out of the mouths of babes and fucklings thou
Haft founded ftrength because of all thy foes,
To ftint th' enemy, and flack th' avangers' brow,
That bends his rage thy providence to' oppose,
When I behold thy Heav'ns, thy fingers' art,
The moon and ftars which thou so bright hast set
In the pure firmament, then faith my heart,
O what is man that thou rememb'rest
And think'ft upon him; or of man begot,

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That him thou vifit'ft, and of him art found? Scarce to be less than gods, thou mad'st his lot,

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With honour and with state thou haft him crown'd,

O'er the works of thy hand thou mad'st him lord,
Thou haft put all under his lordly feet,

All flocks, and herds, by thy commanding word,
All beats that in the field or forest meet,

Fowl of the Heav'ns, and fish that through the wet
Sea paths in fhoals do slide, and know no dearth.
O Jehovah our Lord, how wondrous great

And glorious is thy name through all the earth? 24

Nine of the Pfalms done into metre, wherein all, but what is in adifferent character, are the very words of the text, tranflated from the original. April. 1648. J. M. PSALM LXXX.

THOU

HOU Shepherd that doft Ifrael keep
Give ear in time of need,

Who leadeft like a flock of sheep

Thy loved Jofeph's feed,

That fitft between the cherubs bright,
Between their wings out-fpread,

Shine forth, and from thy cloud give light,
And on our foes thy dread.

2 In Ephraim's view and Benjamin's,
And in Manaffe's fight,

Awake* thy ftrength, come, and be seen
To fave us by thy might.

3 Turn us again, thy grace divine
To us O God vouchsafe;

Caufe thou thy face on us to shine,
And then we fhall be fafe.

4 Lord God of Hofts, how long wilt thou,
How long wilt thou declare

Thy* fmoking wrath, and angry brow
Againft thy people's pray'r!

* Gnafhanter.

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5 Thou feed ft them with the bread of tears, Their bread with tears they eat,

And mak'it them* largely drink the tears

Wherewith their cheeks are wet.

6 A ftrife thou mak'ft us and a prey To every neighbour foe,

Among themfelves they* laugh, they play,

And flouts at us they throw.

7 Return us, and thy grace divine

O God of Hosts vouchsafe,

* Shalish

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Filgnagu.

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Caufe thou thy face on us to fhine,

And then we fhall be fafe.

& A vine from Egypt thou haft brought,
Thy free love made it thine,

And drov'ft out nations, proud and baut,
To plant this lovely vine.

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Thou didst prepare for it a place,

And root it deep and fast,

Her grapes and tender shoots.

14 Return now, God of Hofts, look down
From Heav'n, thy feat divine,
Behold us, but without a frown,
And vifit this thy vine."

15 Vifit this vine, which thy right hand
Hath fet, and planted long,
And the young branch, that for thyself
Thou haft made firm and ftrong.
16 But now it is confum'd with fire,
And cut with axes down,
They perish at thy dreadful ire,
At thy rebuke and frown.

17 Upon the Man of thy right hand
Let thy good hand be laid,

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